♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫I gave my love to Erin/She promised to be trueI went to war to come backAnd find five British soldiersHad their way with herIt was consensual And all their fathers were hangedAnd the children all got pink eyeWhile their Harry Potter books were burned.♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

Call me when this one closes. It's kind of cool going into a pub that's 400 years older than your country. I'd consider going back to Brum for it... but then I'd remember that I hate Brum and I'd just be a little sad.

Darn it, guys. Between the last couple of weeks I had and this thread, I actually put some whiskey into my morning coffee without even thinking about it, not that my Irish/French Creole self needs any excuse to drink.

I've never been to L.A. or the pub in TFA but I still miss O'Flaherty's here in NOLA, which never reopened after Katrina. However, there is the Irish House on St. Charles now and I enjoy going there.

Damn, that's weird. They just got done remodeling the place not long ago. Changed the menu and everything.

I don't go there a lot, but I've probably been at least 30 times or so over the past 10 years. They had a pretty good jukebox once upon a time, and the bread pudding on their dessert menu was farking delicious.

Hadn't planned to hit Bergin's this week, but now I feel like I kind of have to. My buddy that I usually go there with will be crushed.

czei:I guess the LA public would rather pay $15 for a designer cocktail made by a mixologist than pay $4 for a glasse of Guinness served by a bartender.

Stop with this "mixologist" crap. I tended bar for years (that's what happens when you earn a philosophy degree), and while some bartenders are better than others, it's up to the owner and manager to design a "craft" cocktail menu. All that a "mixologist" does is follow a recipe. Just like every other bartender worth his or her salt.

I've worked in bars where drinks from yesteryear (pink lady, Ramos gin fizz, cobblers, sazerac, et al) were the standard. Sh*t that probably 5% of modern bartenders know the ingredients to, let alone how to properly assemble. That doesn't make me a "mixologist."

Yeah, McVeigh's is real Irish though. Not "Irish", which generally means they bought the pub in a box kit from Guinness, but Irish as in the people who started it were Irish and opened it for other Irish people. The kind of place where you wear a Union Jack only with caution.

Lorelle Ireland's 32 in the Valley is still open as far as I know...I've never been there, though.

That's a good place, too...my friend Missy got biatched out & flipped off by some woman during her band's St. Paddy's Day gig because they were playing "Rebel Songs" & I guess Lord Vader didn't like it...

That part of the city's gentrifying very fast, and in LA gentrification means your rent goes up 1000 percent. I look forward to eating at the Tender Greens that they put there on my next trip to the museum.

oldfarthenry:[i1.ytimg.com image 480x360]♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫I gave my love to Erin/She promised to be trueI went to war to come backAnd find five British soldiersHad their way with herIt was consensual And all their fathers were hangedAnd the children all got pink eyeWhile their Harry Potter books were burned.♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

czei:I guess the LA public would rather pay $15 for a designer cocktail made by a mixologist than pay $4 for a glasse of Guinness served by a bartender.

Per TFA the pub was purchased by two guys in 2011 who closed it and changed a bunch of things. I'm willing to bet they tried to make the pub more like those horrible designer bars and the place lost its "authenticity" in the process.

Sure enough: from a recent Yelp review:

"I live in the neighborhood. I've literally walked here and stumbled home countless times. and then they closed and re did stuff and quite frankly, it's awful.

First of all, the music. No more jukebox? Okay. I can handle that. But for the love of Christ, play something from that more people can relate to. Jazz. Really? Really? At in Irish pub? and not the nice bluesy kind of jazz. it's the off tempo, clangy, played in minor keys and makes you anxious kind of jazz.When I asked the manager if she could change the music, she almost had a heart attack. "on no. not while the dining room is this full." are you kidding me?She asked me what I wanted. "I dunno. Something that doesn't give me an anxiety attack?" I suggested the Ramones or something more classic rock. She acted like I was suggesting she stand on the bar and take her top off. We settled on Frank Friggin' Sinatra and she made it seem like it she was taking a huge risk and might lose other customers.

Secondly, new menu blah blah blah. I want to go to an Irish pub and drink Irish beer and talk smack with the patrons and laugh inappropriately with the bartenders. If I wanted a good corned beef sandwich, I would go to Canter's.

AND!!! What happened to happy hour?

All the regulars are gone. Even the old bartenders have jumped ship.

I'm open to change. But this isn't a good change. What happened to the soul of this pub?"